it's a mingle.

[softlyfalling]

Who: You and 2000 horrible imps
Where: Tokyo-F
When: Day 260

[ yeah this is still happening

go here to catch imps

go here for just weird status effects

remember to log your imp-catching. good luck ]

Comments

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Takes his arm]

Let's.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And leading Hurricane over to the balcony]

You picked your aibou yet?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Pretty sure we get what we get. They're like... soul animals or whatever.

D.Va's keeps changing, though, so I guess they can be more than one thing.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

[Slow blink]

You don't get to pick it?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Nuh-uh. They're like... our soul, or whatever? Or some kinda representation of our hearts.

Something something, magical girl stuff, something something.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

... Have you seen yours?

It must at least fly, right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

...wanna see?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Of course. Why would I be asking so many questions otherwise?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Cause you're a scientist, ain't you? S'what scientists do.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Less talking. More showing.

[crossmyheartandhope]

You got it, dude.

[Then, not to him:]

Hey, come on out and sit with Intensity for a couple minutes.

[There's a flash of light, and when it fades out there's something hovering in the air in front of him, about the size of two fists pressed together. Its wings, all four of them, are going double-time, and its tail lashes back and forth, considering, before it darts forward to settle on Intensity's shoulder]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Just blinks at it as it lands on his shoulders.

Points for flight. Negative points for not being able to carry Hurricane]

Huh? I was thinking it would be a living mech but this also works.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Can't carry him at this size, you mean]

Hey, I didn't pick it, dude. It just kinda showed up.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Just trying to get a good luck at it while it's on his shoulder]

Does it have a name?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It leans in, obligingly... and preens his eyebrow]

Ravioli.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . . You're joking, right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Nope.

[Pops the 'p']